It’s been a strange summer. After a stroke, holidays are not what they used to be. We went to Juan-les-Pins for a week in a hotel. It seemed perfect because it had beaches for the family, and at nearby Antibes there is a great little Picasso museum for me to haunt.
Andrew Marr
Andrew Marr’s diary: Holidays after a stroke, and what the Germans really think of us
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